Monday, November 23, 2009

Born a Sissy?

I'm not really sure how things wound up the way they are. You see, I was once a fairly normal guy. Sure I wore my first pair of panties at a young age, and I guess I knew early on that I had a sexually submissive streak. I did actually have a few girl friends and wasn't all that bad in bed, but I knew that something was always missing.

From the time I was a child, I completely adored the female persona. Beautiful girls, dressed in tight skirts with stocking covered legs and strappy high heels, have always driven me crazy with lust. I tried to be manly as I sought out these gorgeous creatures, but even as a virile youth, I knew inside that I wasn't up to the task. I felt inferior. Somewhere inside me, within my very being, I knew my place was at their feet.

I played the game and followed the prescribed path for several years and actually wound up getting married. It was my wife, Samantha, who awoke my true sexual identity. I'll not go into all the details at this time. I'll save those for later, but I will tell you this much:

Sami was a beautiful girl, and she wore beautiful things, and no matter how hard I tried, I could not keep myself from intruding into her privacy and playing with all her delicate, oh so feminine possessions.

I had never had the type of access I gained once married, and once I had it, I couldn't resist it. At first it was just her panties. The feel of the satin against my hard cock . . . I ruined more than one pair with my sticky jism. But I think it was really the stockings that drove me over the top. The first time I pulled them up my legs, feeling the soft fabric against my skin. As I hooked them to the tight stretched garter and moved about, the taut straps pulling across my bottom. The feeling was truly electric, and I knew then that I'd never be able to give it up.

So, one thing led to another. I added Sami's bras to my ensemble, and eventually her skirts and blouses. It wasn't long before I started playing with makeup and then, finally one day drummed up the nerve to walk into a shoe store and purchase my first pair of high heels -- strappy sandals, just like Sami wore, but in my size. They were white with a 4 inch heel.

I couldn't wait until I got home, so I took of my male shoes as soon as I got to my car. I was, of course, wearing panties, stockings and garter under my slacks. My hands trembled as I rolled my slacks up to my knees and slipped my feet into the white patent leather. I had never felt as feminine as I did that moment when I fastened the ankle straps in place and looked at my delicately adorned feet. The feeling was blissful, as my little cock stirred in my panties. I felt as if I might cum right there and then.

But I restrained myself for the drive home. I parked in the garage and for the first of many times got out of the car and thrilled to the sound of my heels clacking on the hard paved floor. I rushed upstairs and stripped off the rest of my male attire as quickly as I could. Shaking with anticipation, I wiggled into Sami's white knit mini. Next came her d-cup bra, which I stuffed with panties, and a sleeveless white satin top.

I ran to the bathroom, where I curled my long hair with Sami's iron and frantically applied my makeup. As I looked into the mirror and drew the lipstick over my lips, I stood in amazement at the person I saw staring back. I turned to view myself in the full length mirror, and nearly lost my breath, for I didn't see a man in that mirror. I saw a long legged vixen looking back. She was as sexy as any of the girls I had long lusted for, and I knew she'd be there for me anytime I wanted her.

Needless to say, I didn't last long that afternoon. I pranced in front of that mirror, with my little cock tucked between my legs for as long as I could. But it didn't take long for the feeling to overwhelm me, and it took far less time, once I pulled up my skirt and released my throbbing cock, before I came. Standing in front of my reflection, looking at that hot slut dressed in white, the hot slut with the hard cock in her hand, I stroked once, twice, and on the third time exploded, shooting hot sticky cum onto the slutty bitch in the mirror. Stream after gooey stream, I grasped my cock tightly and hosed down the mirror, my hot milky seed dripping across my slutty female reflection.

That experience obviously wasn't the beginning, but in retrospect, I think it may have been the day that I crossed the point of no return. As I stood there, with my skirt hiked high, my panties pulled down and my hard dripping cock in my hand, I pondered my cum covered reflection. I looked myself over, from the curled locks of my long flowing hair to the points of my 4 inch heels. I primped and posed. I drew my free hand along my stocking covered thigh, and up and around my pantied bottom. I had never felt so feminine as I did at that moment, and I knew things would never be the same.

Sissy Me

For better or worse, I am a cum slurping sissy cockslut! I love to dress as a slutty sissy whore and service men and woman alike. I am totally submissive, love female domination, well actually any domination, and will beg to lick, suck, and be fucked. I luv cocks of all sizes and can't seem to get enough yummy cum. I have a nice firm ass, great legs, a tight sissy-pussy and a 6 inch clit that I can't keep from spurting.